Day 2 without you: I don't get out of bed, you're still with me, so handsome, even in my nightmares. I gotta say it's hard to be brave when you're alone. I promised to myself never let you complete me and that I wouldn't be scared, but I'm still having nightmares.
Every night I dream about you, good and bad things. There are some nights when I wake up at three am crying, wishing that everything was a dream and you stay with me, telling me that I'll be better.
I know that I have to let you go, but it's difficult to admit that I need to find a reason to be on my own because you were a part of me. I never expected a future without you, please, don't come back. I know this history, I've been here before and it ain't going to end well.
But I wish you tried to remedy this little mistake we had, I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean eyes.
PoetryMe dijo que no confiara en él, que no esperara algo más de su parte, que resultaría en traición. Pero la niña ingenua quizo creer que era diferente y ahora trata de desahogarse con estupideces.
